The Indifference Of Paper Kaleidoscopes
P Patti Masterman
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The indifference of paper kaleidoscopes
touches the afternoon's stained glass.
Scattered bubbles of blood
repeat the vaporous names of rocks.
The world itself wavers between
straying syllables of books.
A blank moment arrives
staring at secrets made visible.
All day is the stillness of
unchanging light around the temple.
Between 'come' and 'go'
the same motionless theater of rest.
Time gobbles up
the elusively throbbing reflections.
Myself the ghostly transparency
made of circular-turning glass.
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